Fang Yunyang obviously put Yu Mo on the fire, which made his companions laugh maliciously. As for the other audience members, they also formed a circle and watched with interest.

Gu Ziqing was worried that Yu Mo would make a fool of himself, so he quickly defended himself: "Yu Mo was an unintentional mistake, don't be surprised by everyone."

"Haha, it may not be. Look at his swearing look, but he is full of confidence, so let's give everyone a hint of advice."

"Yes, let's give me some advice. It's a fake move just to say not to practice."

Everyone started to make a fuss, and Gu Ziqing's expression gradually became darker. Yu Mo was her friend, but she was ridiculed like this, so how could she bear it?

Fang Yunyang observed his expression and immediately discovered Gu Ziqing's abnormality. He was about to pretend to be generous to help him, but he did not expect Yu Mo to stand out.

Yu Mo didn't intend to make a comeback at first, after all, this has little to do with him.

But Fang Yunyang repeatedly squeezed him, and the Clay Bodhisattva also had three points of anger. Moreover, Fang Yunyang's intention to Gu Ziqing is Sima Zhao, and everyone knows it.

Gu Ziqing was his lover in his previous life, so how could he allow Fang Yunyang to covet it?

"Mr. Gu, I may not know anything else, but I can still write." Yu Mo suddenly spoke, and all the words Gu Ziqing kept going back to smooth things over for Yu Mo.

Gu Ziqing winked at Yu Mo anxiously, but Yu Mo seemed to have not seen him. Gu Ziqing whispered: "Yu Mo, calligraphy is different from ordinary writing."

"I don't think there is anything different whenever I change," Yu Mo said with ease.

Fang Yunyang laughed jokingly when he heard this. Many people sneered at him, looking at the show, and cheered: "What a big tone, don't just talk, just put on the pen, ink, paper and ink."

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are ready immediately.

Gu Ziqing had to persuade him again, but it was no longer possible.

"Mr. Gu, can you please grind the ink for me?"

"Haha, I'm so good at blowing. I can't even grind the ink. I have to ask a beautiful woman to grind the ink. Is it shameless?" Fang Yunyang said sarcastically with contempt.

"I'll grind the ink for you." Gu Ziqing glared at Fang Yunyang with dissatisfaction, and took action. The ink ingot gradually turned into pitch black ink in the inkstone.

The beauty grinds ink with her bare hands and adds fragrance to her red sleeves. Yu Mo stood up straight, and her heart was coming, and she felt like she was coming up instantly.

He picked up the brush, and the others looked contemptuous, not believing in Yu Mo's level at all. Perhaps the ghost painting of peach talisman is almost the same.

Yu Mo moved, like a dragon going out to sea, and the brush seemed to come alive under his hands, outlining the flowing water on the white paper, and thousands of weather spewed out.

At some point, the ridicule came to an abrupt end, and the scene was silent.

Gu Ziqing was originally worried that Yu Mo would make a fool of herself, but now she was completely attracted by the words written by Yu Mo and couldn't even take her eyes away.

After Yu Mo finished writing the last stroke, he gently put down the brush and took a look with satisfaction. At that moment, he was focused on himself, and only he and the strokes and paper were left in the world, completely integrated into one.

This feeling is really wonderful.

There is no doubt that this is his skill in his previous life. Now he is integrated with him, so he can use it smoothly.

"How is this possible?" Fang Yunyang suddenly screamed, looking at Yu Mo with disbelief.

"Good word!" Gu Ziqing was a person who knew the goods. When his eyes lit up, he couldn't help but exclaim.

The crowd seemed to burst into anger and exclaimed in a long and talkative manner.

"It's really a good word."

"The dragon soars and tigers leaps, and the weather is endless."

The eyes that looked at Yu Mo became complicated.

"Mr. Gu, don't you dislike this, I'll give you this letter." Yu Mo said.

"How could I dislike such good words?" Gu Ziqing said happily, but her face turned red in an instant. Before, everyone was attracted by calligraphy, and only then did they notice what they wrote.

"There are beautiful women in the north who are peerless and independent. One look at the city, and the other look at the country. It is better not to know whether to be beautiful and the country are beautiful, but it is hard to get a beautiful woman again."

Someone started chanting, and his eyes fell on Gu Ziqing in unison. There was no doubt that this must have been written specifically by Yu Mo for her.

Gu Ziqing's cheeks flushed. Although this was an ancient poem, it still made Gu Ziqing's heart beat faster and a sense of shame surged in his heart.

Yu Mo looked at Fang Yunyang provocatively and said, "I don't know what my words are like?"

Fang Yunyang turned his head and didn't want to see Yu Mo at all. In front of everyone, everyone was not blind. He dared not say that Yu Mo's handwriting was not good.

If this word is not good, then I don’t know how many people there are in this world who can calculate the word “Is there”?

Silently, everyone looked at Fang Yunyang in unison. He wanted to find a crack in the ground to drill down, and said reluctantly: "It's okay."

Gu Ziqing interrupted: "This is not as simple as it is okay, this is really an excellent calligraphy work."

Fang Yunyang's head lowered, and he finally realized what it means to humiliate himself. If he hadn't been determined to make Yu Mo look ugly, it would not have led to this situation.

Gu Ziqing glanced at Fang Yunyang lightly, her impression of him was greatly reduced, and she said to Yu Mo: "Let's go."

"Oh--" Fang Yunyang stretched out his hand and tried to call Gu Ziqing, but the words were stuck in his throat and he felt embarrassed to shout.

Others have endless aftertastes and say in surprise: "The people's crouching tiger, hidden dragon, have such profound attainments at such a young age, and are amazing!"

"Yes, this is the real calligraphy. Compared with others, it is like a child playing house."

The audience looked around for a week and looked at the works exhibited, and they were indifferent and had no interest in visiting.

The audience walked away in a large area, leaving only Fang Yunyang and his group. They were actually compared by a young man. This was really a shame and humiliation.

Immediately, many of the eyes looking at Fang Yunyang became unkind, after all, all this was caused by him.

In the car, Gu Ziqing was observing Yu Mo's original works without blinking, and said in surprise: "Yu Mo, why is your calligraphy so good?"

Yu Mo smiled reservedly and asked, "Is this really good?"

"Of course it's fine! If this is not good, then I don't know what it means." Gu Ziqing exclaimed.

Yu Moxin said that I just wrote it casually and did not use all my strength. In this way, I might be a great calligrapher in my previous life.

"I must frame it after I go back. It's so precious." Gu Ziqing put it away carefully and said.

"Mr. Gu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Gu Ziqing smiled slightly: "Your original works are already better than those mixed works. Yu Mo, since your calligraphy is so powerful, why not participate in the competition?"

"The competition? Can I do it?"

Gu Ziqing really wanted to roll his eyes and smiled bitterly: "If you don't do it, who else can do it? Recently, the Chinese Calligraphy Competition is being held in full swing. Fang Yunyang and others came to Jiang'an, which is definitely because of this. The venue for the Southwest Competition Zone is Jiang'an. Today's exhibition event is definitely just a warm-up."

Yu Mo was indifferent to interest and declined, "I'd better study hard."
Chapter completed!